Oaken's blog: "Writings"

Fear has no taste when we embrace the things we shouldn't. What is it that drives us to make such choices? Perphaps the sun has cooled and the bitter rain of our mistakes is falling on our heads like bullets. Force...its the only way a creature of habit can learn or be measured. Most never see it coming like a frog in a pot of water. Blistered and dying. That is when death is the only lesson learned. Useless is this knowledge. This is what these choices offer the chooser...utter oblivion.

What will become of us If we push against the ground What will this dream create when words are not around fear in what we believe or truth in what we know when the world is in oblivion and your eyes are as white as snow I need reason and i need one now show me a new season make me bow down What can we feel when the rain is like fire Is this lust or flaming desire What can be said that is splendor to your ears This heart can be bled turning kisses into tears On the straight and narrow But broad is the wave of our future Undermining and undesigning What have we become

Theres a flame that burns on the edge of town It keeps all the secrets that I tell It only gets bigger with time And I feel Im coming out of my shell That is how this game is played We fall and then we fade But for now Im free from the reasoning you believe in Dont throw this in my face, dont even Like slamming into a wall painted a windex color Diving into my head you may see me undercover Finding a craving for things you might kill me for Laughing as you throw the pearls on the floor Hostility can be a good thing when justified But the way you run has me mistified No free time for me if you wanna see what Im made of Underneath this skin there are things you are afraid of For the sake of it all dont rub my wounds with delicate pages Torn from the words of crumbling old sages

Stuck here in the land of boredom Patience cant keep me company Just a sliver of me is still breathing The rest if off in space Im out of carwashes and out of options In the land of boredom my sanity is up for auction Get out of my face just get your gas and leave Do I stutter when I speak whats this up my sleeve A timecard spelling instant relief Was that a sausage polish or was that a hotdog large Excuse me Ma'am are you Polish I am not in charge There is a fine line you cross when your in a place like this When your mind is on brew like the coffee here with a sizzle and a hiss Would you like to know how this ends for sure Leaving this kingdom of lame is indeed the only cure So grab a Little Debbie and say goodbye to Eddy Another slave to boredomville will surely take your place Then the sanity will return again and that is how you live my friend

If I told you all my secrets Led you through the broken pieces could you pick me up while I put myself together would you hold me close be tethered If I drew a line in the sand would you cross it just to know me could you do a little more than show me would you take the time to get under my skin sink into my heartbeat and know the man I am If I could see your face again I would Its been so long I can only draw you in my mind could you send a picture to me if youre too busy to call would you let me know your still alive if you even care at all If I crawled across the sea of blankets layed my head down on you would you know in that instant that I loved you could you hold that simple wish inside lets pretend that we have all the time Then I could say that you were once a part of me Or I could say that you are so in love with me

I could put on a mask Hide behind some makeup You wouldn't see inside of me To know my heart is breakin up I could say the things you wanna hear And do the things you think are right Fake a smile everyday of life I would just lie to you another year So I've got to run away I've got to take the chance What good is love without some pain If there are no tears its not romance Goodbye my lovely one Goodbye my darling Im taking my gun Don't follow me

In Love With My Imaginary You're yesterday's child in a world of today Always wondered how you make it through the pain You're so amazing when everything else is mediocre Always knew you'd be the one to take me over You're a kindred spirit struck from the flesh of God Always thought you could shape me Didn't know you would save me You're just as I always pictured you, a true work of art Always felt you were ripped from story-book pages hidden deep within my heart You're only a face that haunts my dreams Maybe one day you'll be here with me

My Living Proof What else am I to do with myself What else to convey the way I'm feeling I feel like I'm going insane All these words swimming Racking my brain I'm bored with my life every other day My heart aches for something new Foundations as weak as clay Fortune is not my friend it seems Grinning in another direction Spitting with objection My mind spins into the mist that is the world outside the windows of my eyes And in this moment I am free Do I rip out my hair and run into the woods Or pack my bags and see the truth All I need now is my living proof

Certainly Uncertain This is a desperate plea from a heart so far away from you The uncertainty of my eternity coming into view The smoke pours out, doing 90 Im on my way Clouds they crawl across the sky, could this be the day? And with a skip of 10 beats my heart plays a nasty trick One quick glance, one last drag before my mind feels sick This is the sound of my heart crying out Can you hear or is the blur all you make out? Sitting in my room caught up in the pixels that make this horror exestential Im drawn in by the colors and the sounds And as the pulse quickens my breathe stops short This could be the night I am homebound And with a skip of 10 beats my heart plays a nasty trick One quick glance, one last click before my soul feels sick This is the sound of my heart crying out Can you heart it or is the blur all you make out?

If the shadow knew its name it would be greatful to the maker Undying in its gratitude turning giver into taker If the shadow knew its name the burden would release and in the veins of reason the pain would surely cease If the shadow knew its name the fortress would fall under the walls would fall upon their heads those fools would see their blunder If the shadow knew its name the faker would move on But the shadow does not know its name and its stolen before dawn That saddened little shadow is not the thing you see That silly little shadow dwells deep inside of me